Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 11: Sick (Part 2)-

"Lin! Hear my raspy voice! I can do Jazzy's part!" I coughed through the phone. "Y/N, no-" "I kNoW YoU ArE a MaN oF HoNoUr-"

"Shut it," Lin demanded as I coughed a few times. "You are not coming on stage tonight," He snapped as I pouted. "But I feel-" I coughed. "Awesome," I finished weakly. I heard a sigh. "Stay home and get better," He told me as I sighed. "But when you had a cold, you still went on stage," I argued back. "THAT'S BECAUSE I'M THE BEST ALEXANDER THIS WORLD WILL EVER SEE!" He protested with a booming tone. 

"Sure, sure," I rolled my eyes and coughed. "Put your complaints in the complaint box," He told me. "You mean the trashcan in your office labeled complaint box?" I asked. "That's the one," He beamed. "You got this job and you're one of the lucky few," He ranted. "I want you to be at your best when you come on stage," He continued as I mocked him by crossing my eyes and mute talking. "And even though you're mocking me," He continued as I uncrossed my eyes and sheepishly smiled. "You're one of the best singers I've got," He admitted.

"I wouldn't want to lose you," He sighed. "Love ya too dad," I smirked. "Bye daughter," He sighed with an audible smile. I hung up and sighed. 

I then proceeded to sneeze very loudly.

I sniffled a few times and laid back in my bed. I hugged my knees and looked around. My whole bed was covered in tissues and the trashcan was full of them. I groaned as I grabbed all of them and composed them all on 1 big pile. I then proceeded to stack them up as high as I could before they all fell down. 

While I stacked them up, I was in deep thought. Was Thomas mad at me? Maybe he's been noticing how Alexander clings onto me. And honestly, maybe I do like Alexander but at what cost? If I'm Thomas' wife, it would mean that I was cheating on him.

...

This story doesn't make sense, now does it?

If Y/N Jefferson was in love with Alexander Hamilton. Then wouldn't Alexander despise me? He even shot me for God's sake. Suddenly my eyes widened as I frowned. It was like a link was laid in my brain. Like it was gripping to a very old memory.

"You don't have to do this Hamilton."

"You f*cked me over."

"You were going to f*ck this whole country over-"

"I'm done talking,"

"I ain't gonna shoot, Hamilton."

I shook my head as I tried to return to reality. 'Maybe I should ask Alexander about myself.' I thought as the tower I created fell. I frowned deeply. Deep, deep, deep inside me, I knew that if I asked Alexander, I would not get the full truth. I had to ask someone I knew I could trust blindly.

And I knew who.

Thomas.

I stood up and walked towards my door, slowly opening it. I called Thomas from the border I was limited to and waited in the hopes he would show up. Lucky me, he did. We were sitting on my bed as I intensely stared at him.

After a moment of me staring at him and him skeptically looking at me, he broke the silence. "What's up?" He asked me as I snapped out my daze. "I got a question," I told him. He folded his arms. "What can I do?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow. "Answer it," I explained as he nodded. "Shoot," He muffled as I looked down. 

"Say that I am Y/N Jefferson," I started which made his attention perk up. "Was I a faithful wife up until the Lafayette accident?" I asked him as he sighed in dismay. He regrouped and looked back at me. "From what I know of? Yes," He answered honestly. "What about Hamilton and I?" I asked. "You hated him up until the break out of Lafayette and the gang in Britain," He brushed off.

...

"And was I ever like...Clinging onto him for attention or trying to separate him from Eliza?" I asked gaining sudden interest. "No," He quickly answered. "God, no," He chuckled. 

"He was doing that," He told me. My mind was blown. "You mean he was trying to get me to leave you for him?" I asked as he nodded. "Ask anybody and they'll tell you the same," He confirmed. "Shoot," I stated wide-eyed. "Why're you asking?" He asked as he cocked his head to the left.

"In every history book I'm represented like someone who tried to do that," I explained referring to the things Alexander did. "The actual f*ck?" He hissed. He was pissed. He obviously wasn't that keen of the way the public eye viewed me. 

"Okay! Okay, calm down Thomas," I hushed him and put my hand on his arm. "It's an easy thing to mess up and people already didn't really like me around those times probably. The rumor probably spread and never turned into reality," I tried to calm him.

He looked me in my eyes. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. When he opened his eyes again, he softly smiled. "You're probably right," He admitted. I smiled back. But then he started to lean in. In a panic, I jumped off the bed. "I'm still sick," I reminded him as he sighed. "F*ck your sickness," He chuckled and grabbed my hand. "Wait! I read somewhere that guys like girls more if they're distant," I noted with a smirk and took a few large steps backward.

"So I'll kiss you from here," I smirked as he broke out in laughter. "Sure," He smiled as we made kissy noises to each other. After a few seconds of that, he laughed and stood up. Well, I'll leave you to your sickness," He humbly saluted. "Go to your chambers, pe-HA-sant," I noted as he smirked. "You're too kind, miss Jefferson," He stated and closed the door after leaving.

I scoffed. "Damn right-"

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"DID YOU JUST SAY JEFFERSON?!"